The host of fast travel, she always wants to be lazy

Chapter 29 Come here, I will teach you (29)

The meal ended up falling through the cracks.

Soon after the boy left, Song Jiaran dragged Qiao Rong out of the restaurant in silence.

He didn't say a word along the way, just holding Qiao Rong's hand firmly, looking at the road ahead.

By this time it was completely dark and the lanterns were starting to turn on.

The small lanterns hanging on the plane trees on both sides of the street have also been lit, each one emitting a warm light. The warm orange halo passes through the gaps in the leaves, forming a blend of light spots on the ground.

For the first time, Qiao Rong was not in the mood to appreciate these beautiful little lights.

Looking at Song Jiaran's stern side face, she was inexplicably worried.

After walking for a while, Song Jiaran stopped suddenly.

He stood there, silent for a while, then turned around, facing Qiao Rong, looking into her eyes.

Emotions surged in the black eyes, which were dark and unpredictable.

Qiu Rong also looked at him without blinking, her bright eyes filled with his figure.

Song Jiaran took a step closer, slowly stroked her slender waist with one hand, then tightened his arms, and gently pressed the back of her head with the other hand, pressing her against her chest.

He lowered his head slightly and leaned on her shoulder, spreading the hot air evenly on the hollow of her shoulder.

He opened his mouth softly, with a hint of pleading: "Furry, can we get out of here tonight?"

After a pause, he continued: "...I'm not going home either. I'll take you on a trip, okay?"

Qiao Rong blinked.

Although she didn't know why, her intuition told her that it would be better to follow him now.

So Qiao Rong said obediently: "...Okay."

……

……

So, under Song Jiaran's gaze, Qiao Rong called Qiao's father and Qiao's mother, saying that he would go out to play with his classmates before going back.

Qiao's father and Qiao's mother gave a few instructions on the phone and agreed.

Qiao Rong secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

For some reason, she always had a premonition that if Qiao's father and mother disagreed, Song Jiaran might lose control again.

She put down her phone and looked at him.

Song Jiaran came over and took his hand: "Finished? Then let's go."

Qiao Rong nodded obediently.

Then Song Jiaran took her to the airport.

Qiao Rong didn't know where he was taking her, but it seemed quite far away.

They've been on a plane for hours.

After getting off the plane, Song Jiaran didn't know where he called the car. The driver respectfully helped them put their luggage away, and then opened the door to invite them to get on the car.

This car sits for several hours.

It was already midnight. Qiao Rong looked at the dark surroundings and found that they seemed to be the only car driving fast along the way.

In the end, she was so sleepy that she couldn't bear it anymore, so she leaned on Song Jiaran's shoulder and fell asleep.

……

……

Qiao Rong woke up from a gentle caress.

She opened her eyes sleepily, and saw Song Jiaran's face.

He gently stroked her cheek with a gentle expression, but the heat in his eyes could not be ignored.

"woke up?"

he asked softly.

Qiao Rong blinked, then looked around.

This is a large European-style bedroom with all kinds of furniture neatly arranged.

Qiao Rong sat up, a little confused: "Where is this?"

Song Jiaran stood up, opened the slightly heavy curtains, and the bright sunlight outside the window suddenly poured into the room.

He only wore a white unlined garment, silently looking out the window.

The sunlight spread over him, as if coating his whole body with a layer of holy light.

Like an angel who strayed into the world.

But when he turned back, the darkness in his eyes that he tried to hide clearly told him that this was not a pure and flawless angel.

He is from hell.

He smiled at her, then beckoned, "Come and have a look."

Qiao Rong got off the bed, walked to him, and glanced at the scenery outside the window.

It seems to be in the mountains, where the trees are lush, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and there is a clear blue lake not far away, full of vitality everywhere.

Layers of thin mist drifted along the breeze, lingering among the trees, and making everything unreal.

It was as hazy as a fairyland.

Looking at the scenery, Qiao Rong was suddenly in a trance, as if he had returned to the place where he used to live in an instant.

At that time, in order to be lazy, she also found an uninhabited hill, chose a place with the most beautiful scenery, and built a small wooden house by herself.

She has lived comfortably in that place for hundreds of years.

Later, because of laziness, his cultivation base has not increased, and he has no choice, so he had to leave this cabin to practice.

After that, I didn't have time to go back, so I was dragged to this small plane...

……

Qiao Rong was immersed in the memories of the past.

Suddenly, a chest with a faint fragrance leaned over and gently pressed against her back.

"……Like it?"

Song Jiaran's soft voice suddenly fell in her ears.

Qiao Rong regained consciousness in an instant.

She blinked and nodded her head: "...I like it, it's so beautiful here."

"..."

Song Jiaran paused for a moment, then continued to softly say: "Then we will live here from now on, shall we?"

Qiao Rong froze for a moment, imagined her life here in the future, and thought it should be similar to her previous life.

So she continued to nod without hesitation: "OK."

"..."

Song Jiaran was stunned.

After a while, he gently turned her body, met her eyes, and stared at her carefully for a while.

Her eyes were bright and clear, without the slightest hesitation or reluctance.

Song Jiaran was slightly silent.

(End of this chapter)